“Hi, my name is Lily. Last week, Lovely Mum said, ‘Quick, let’s run outside, Daddy’s shaking his dandruff in the garden.’ Gosh, she really is a boopster.”
“Anyhoos, Ol’ Sillyput decided to build a – Oi, Sillyput! Get off me, I’m trying to talk to everyone on my interweb. And have a blummin’ shave, you look like something out of a cave.”
“That’s better. Like I was saying, Ol’ Sillyput decided to build a Snow-Lily in the front garden. Golly-gosh, and I thought Lovely Mum was a boopster? THAT LITTLE SNOW-GIRL DOESN’T EVEN HAVE ANY COAT ON, SILLYPUT! How’s the girl going to keep warm? Sheesh.”
“Later on, when I was tuckled up in bed, Lovely Mum took this photograph of the back garden. ‘Isn’t it lovely?’ she says. Erm, Lovely Mum? IT CAN’T BE LOVELY IF I’M NOT IN IT! That’s the law in the Land of Lilyput, see. Let’s not make that mistake again – I’d hate to have to deport you. Boopy-doop.”
2 comments:
Awwwwwwwwwwwww.
Ran out of double-yous.
What Lovely Mum meant was that it's the perfect place for you, because you need somewhere really beautiful. So she was nearly right.
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